As time goes on Jim starts to play an almost fatherly role in Huck's life, which is something he never had and became grateful for. "I hadn't a bite to eat since yesterday, so Jim he got out some corn-dodgers and buttermilk, and pork and cabbage and greens-there ain't nothing in the world so good when it's cooked right-and whilst I eat my supper we talked and had a good time. I was powerful glad to get away from the feuds, and so was Jim to get away from the swamp. We said there warn't no home like a raft, after all." (Twain 117) Huck and Jim felt truly at peace on the raft. They were able to just sit and bond and be themselves. Jim cooked food for the two and they were happy to be away from the chaos of surrounding societies, and be able to be together with no discriminations or put-downs.
There is one point of the book that solidifies everything that they had built over their journey. "It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:
"All right, then, I'll go to hell"- and tore it up." Huck had written a letter to Miss Watson to tell her where Jim was. After